Текст песни Odor Mortis - Ты - жертва

Streams of mud pouring from heaven -
Food for pigs and bastards
God of the humble and the poor,
A geek from the belly of a whore.

Heard the herd of the madman's lies
That was marked with nails.
The one who took shit for the truth
Licks ass to church rats.

Choke on your plea
Death will not be deliverance!
Without a cross, towards the will
The crowds of the creatures of Hell are torn.

Cut the bastard with a knife!
Kill the one who serves!
Shake your guts out
Fat Christian creature!

Your priests bleat with fat sheep
About faith in a blessed whore.
But the cross won't save your souls, brutes
It's your turn to die.

Retribution will turn the altars to dust,
Wine diluted with blood.
Defeated and crushed by the Jewish hero
He was forgotten long ago.

Living soul hurry up, hide,
Do not stand in the way of death.
Unclean power haunts flesh
And the soul can no longer be saved.

You are righteous, sinful, does it matter?
You are a victim and you can't slip away.
Ancient Evil in bestial guise
And in the heart, tormenting the chest.

Drink the blood of Christ, flock of God!
Eat Christ, Eat Christ!

Eternal Chaos is above you,
You are hunted down by the hellish pack.
Carrion that is called Christ
Now the demons are alive!